If there's one thing I know about myself, it's that I like to know people.

I don't just like it, I love it. People are spectacular, amazing, intriguing, fascinating, so completely and utterly compelling to me.

I want to know everything about everyone I've ever met. Every single person is so special to me, more than I wonder if anyone could understand.

Everywhere I look in the universe I have trouble with generalizations of groups of people. That's just not how I see them. Every single person is so different, so special. Everyone has had different lives, different people in their lives, different troubles, different crises, different thoughts, different influences left and right and everyone is so unique. That's unbelievable to me. Absolutely mind-blowing.

When I think about it, every single person is genuinely unique, not at all like any other. Not even close. And I love it. I adore it. I bask in this realization every time I pass a stranger on the street. I think to myself, you beautiful person are so different from me, so special, I'm so glad you have been present in my life and that I have been in yours because I know that, no matter how minute, I have influenced you; you are different because of me, and that makes me feel like I have the power of a deity.

I love to know people. I love understanding why they do the things they do. They are so complex, they're like the ultimate puzzle. I could learn everything about you and still never know you. I could have a transcript of your thoughts from the second of your consciousness began, a video containing every moment of your life, and a cosmic understanding of your genetics, and I still wouldn't know you.

You are so special. I wish above all else that I could know and understand every single thing about you, and I simply love knowing that I can't. You will always be a spectacular mystery to me.

I will never have any expectations of you, because I will never know you for sure to make them.

And it's perfect. You are perfect. Every single aspect of you. It's perfect, I'm so happy you exist just as you are. I'm so grateful you exist just as you are. I want to sing my praises to the universe granting me the presence of such a perfect specimen, it did one hell of a job.

Perfect, you are perfect, and I adore you for it.

Every single thing about you inside and out, is you, because of you or because of someone else just as perfect, you matter as you are so much, because you will never ever happen again. You are a brilliant accident among the atoms of the universe, and as you are now is as you are best. I love everything about you, it doesn't matter what it all includes.

People get caught up in the things about theirselves that they believe are bad, or wrong, or ugly, and I don't see them as any imperfection. They are part you, pure and simple. Your weight, your hair, your voice, your scars, your fears, your eyes, your intelligence are ultimately insignificant, and undeniably part of who you are.

You are much more massive than the universe itself could ever hope to expand. You are infinite until the day you die. Whatever you think is bad, whether it can change in the future or not, is next to nothing in comparison to your titanic nature. Spectacular, special you,

I love you.

Honest to goodness, however sappy it may seem, I know the Doctor would think this of you and I hope you can learn to think of yourself the same way too.

Good day, everyone.